Dreams That Vanish

Behind the power-limiting wall, the boy stood there.

His eyes filled with hope,
But her mind was locked up.

His tears are painful,
Torture the inner, piercing cavity.

For a fee he was not ready,
His dreams had to disappear

His life is similar to opera,
Wounded wound made miserable.

When will I be happy?

More to himself he asked.
Hoping prayer airs,
The Universe is able to create excitement.

Her small steps stopped occasionally,
Comparisons raged in the heart.
Pursuing a dream,
or he let it die?